Days of bitter rice

Oh dear! The first week may have been all about practice and prayers but the second week has been much tougher and has cruelly brought to light my flaws; procrastination and laziness. This third week is a bit so-so. A persistent rumor talks about the confinement being extended until end of April, confirmation of which we will get following the Prime Minister's intervention on tv this afternoon. This is going to be tricky and challenging but can we really complain when this pandemic is bringing so much distraught and suffering in its sway? Pèze néné boire diluile ek attane trankil, ki pou fer?

Yesterday marked the 11th anniversary date of my dad's funeral, so we were all a bit sad and melancholic. I read one of the stories where he wrote about my great grand mother (dadee) who used to live with us when I was a kid. I have vivid souvenirs of her. She was almost 100 years old when she left us and despite being illiterate throughout her life, she had an uncommonly sharp memory.  As the eldest of a family of seven she took responsibility of looking after her siblings at the young age of seven, following her mother's demise. All her teenage years were spent as a field labourer. She recalled waking up at 2am and walk three hours every morning to reach the sugar estate in Flacq and do the same in the afternoon.Below is an extract of my dad transcripting this story as it was told to him.

Dadee

These are but a few lines about the story of my great grand mother.

Now tell me,wouldn't it be out of utter disrespect if I were to lament about my present condition today?